CHRIST IN WINTER: Reflections on Faith & Life for the Years of Winter
[From my poetry journal of
6-1-21]
I know now why
the old men walk
so slowly
with random steps and halts
The years of speed
left behind so long ago
the smell of lilacs
coo of mourning doves
the sight of boing-boing
bunnies bouncing
in long grass
Now the past
so long neglected
is catching up
via nature’s time machine
Perhaps the then and the
now
will come out even
if I can only walk
a little slower
John Robert McFarland
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